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TETHER

I am at the end of my tether!Yes.What will happen?The tether will break.Oh, thank God! And what about Me?You are the tether. .

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GOD'S MIRROR

Mirror mirror on the wallwho is the fairest of us all?When the facelooks back, warts and all,cognition takes place.This is me. Look into Nature,red in tooth and claw and all.When it feels your eyes,cognition takes place.Epiphany. .

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IN AND OUT OF WINDOWS

“In and out of windowsas we have done before.” Moving in and out of beingstopping just this side of seeing,in and out of life they pass,kestrel, robin, spider, mouse.Each their special shapes they wear,striving on from here to there.From here … Continue reading

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MIRROR

Swimming in a Cornish sea –Porpoises! (not Cornish), a little way from me.How far?How far from splashing foot to streamlined tail? Following the brain down its mazy trail –thirty yards? a million years?Too far? Not far enough? But eye to … Continue reading

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EGO EGO LORD OF THE JUNGLE

In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences.“This is ME! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that … Continue reading

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RIGHT VIEW

In the Jungle of the Worldand the Tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences. ‘This is me! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading

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SEPARATISM

This flowering of the Human Spiritis a reaching outinto the empty wastelandof the egoic mindin search ofthe lost gardens of Eden. This fruitless endeavourto fill its wastelandwith memoriesof its past (My was)and thoughtsof its future (My will be) is stitched … Continue reading

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